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Through all of my mistakes, life is still worth living.
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I am you You are me We are all flowing through this life Striving to stay thriving Upkeeping our Nomadically Poetic worlds
Maui
a professional-slacker, amateur-philosopher with time to write. I apologize for long prose, I have few long-stories-short; there is so much in a moment to express. …
Poems
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
The nomad
Nicole Bataclan
Mar 2012
A nomad's home is the road
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.
A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
For a nomad, it never stops
There's no such thing as enough.
Globe-trotting is a purpose
This nomadic life he chose.
His favorite spot, the window.
The eyes wander constantly
Heightened by their vicinity.
A nomad adores people
To his travels, they're fuel.
Differences is what he seeks
A common ground is what they'll reach.
It's a nomad's addiction
Have this world leave an impression.
He'll get smitten with a place
Set off, but not without a trace.
It's a nomad's prerogative
To venture, for him, is to live.
Memories in his suitcase
New experience, he'll embrace.
For a nomad, it never stops
There's no such thing as enough.
Globe-trotting is a purpose
This nomadic life he chose.
Jennifer Apr 2016
Story of a Poetic Nomad
Jennifer
Apr 2016
I am a wanderlust nomad,
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.
I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.
I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.
I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my multi-dimensional soul
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.
I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.
I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.
I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my multi-dimensional soul
Travelling beyond the borders of the soul, but within the borders of my geographical location
Nomad Jul 2018
A Nomad's Heart
Nomad
Jul 2018
The hardest part
of a Nomad's heart
is the intoxicating lust after
adventure.
Nothing that money could ever buy
nothing that no other love could ever satisfy
than for someone with a Nomad's heart to see the sky
and want for
more.
The Nomad travels light, only carries what they need
And everywhere they go
they plant a little seed.
A small dream that one day
they will plant their roots
and have something magnificent grow up in while they yet live
but to a Nomad's heart
a seed for where they've been
is all that they can
give.
So travel on Nomad
may your feet and heart never tire
may your days be long, and your nights be cool
and may you always chase that everlonging
desire.
of a Nomad's heart
is the intoxicating lust after
adventure.
Nothing that money could ever buy
nothing that no other love could ever satisfy
than for someone with a Nomad's heart to see the sky
and want for
more.
The Nomad travels light, only carries what they need
And everywhere they go
they plant a little seed.
A small dream that one day
they will plant their roots
and have something magnificent grow up in while they yet live
but to a Nomad's heart
a seed for where they've been
is all that they can
give.
So travel on Nomad
may your feet and heart never tire
may your days be long, and your nights be cool
and may you always chase that everlonging
desire.